Sunday, March 2, 2008

Animation Reanimated

The sound of the bomb was ticking away in my head...I had to diffuse it at any cost or else everything would be doomed. Only a few seconds remained...I could feel the sweat clinging to my brow, my heart racing. And all of a sudden……”Counter Terrorist wins”! Oh no no it ain’t just another day dream of a 20 year old but the computer game Counter Strike.
Ah! That was easy wasn’t it? Come to think of it I guess all of you've seen it more than once: computer generated images moving across your screen with eerie fluidity, peopling your video games, with motion so detailed that it's almost unreal. It seems like magic, a sort of digital wizardry too far beyond anything man-made. These days playing a computer game can feel like stepping into another world, where the impossible is possible and the unreal looks only too real. With the advent of computer animation, game special effects are becoming more and more believable, and more and more spectacular.
In the 3D animations that we see in the games today an animator creates a simplified representation of a character's anatomy, analogous to a skeleton. The position of each segment of the skeletal model is defined by animation variables, or Avars. By changing the values of the Avars over time, the animator creates motion by moving the character frame by frame.
For the die hard fans of FIFA, ever wondered how Christiano Ronaldo looks so realistic in the game? For such tasks, a newer method called motion capture is used which makes use of live action in which a real performer acts out the scene as if they were the character to be animated. His or her motion is recorded to a computer using video cameras and markers, and that performance is then applied to the animated character.
Computer animation can be done with the help of animation software such as Amorphium, Maya, Blender, 3D Studio Max etc. Some impressive animation can be achieved even with basic programs. However, the rendering can take a lot of time on an ordinary home computer. This level of quality for game animation would take tens of hundreds of years to create on a home computer. Many powerful workstation computers are used instead. Graphics workstation computers use two to four processors, and thus are a lot more powerful than a home computer, and are specialized for rendering. A large number of workstations known as a render farm are networked together to effectively act as a giant computer which eventually help us stay glued to the monitor for hours at a stretch playing our favourite games.
The technology for motion-capture is constantly undergoing refinement and improvement, and the process grows in leaps and bounds. However, it is still a long way away from being able to capture the motions of quadrupeds or other members of the animal and insect kingdoms. I don't know about your pets, but I know that my dog wouldn't be any happy about being wrapped in a bulky sensor suit, forget about getting him to follow the script, or even stay in one place.
To be able to produce such dazzling effects by combining the world of the real with the world of the make-believe is a difficult and complex task, but somehow, knowing the technicality behind the final product doesn’t remove the magic or enjoyment from these 3D-animated wonders. So the next time you're seated in your gaming hot seat watching the character of the latest computer game play its way across the screen, don't be afraid to speak up when the awed whisper of "Amazing graphics man….How'd they do that?" reaches your ears.
On second thoughts...you might want to wait until you’ve completed the stage to spill the beans on them.Peace!!!!!

Friday, February 29, 2008

The story so far......

'Twas a hot summer morn. The sun beating down my neck n back sorta trying to burn every inch of skin it could lay its deadly rays on. What was i doin there? I was waiting for my room mate to show up but there was no sign of him. Suddenly there was a thundering noise of a bike being pushed to its limits followed by a skidding sound and there he was alight his bike in the sun like he was the next ghost rider. "Dude i got the bike, lets go smoke up". These words were barely outta his mouth but i'd alredy gotten up and placed myself on the bike with a thankful smile on my face.

Oh btw my name is Drake and like any other 20 year old i love rock music, junk food and curse everyone but me for everything that goes wrong. And yet again that was what i was doin... I was cursing him for being late n all he'd do was say,"Chillax bro..".He's Roger, my good for nuthin roomie and by gawd he can ride.. We study in "one of the best colleges" of the world but only according to our dean. According to us who study here, the college is kinda comparable to....hmm.... lemme think....GARBAGE!!! Then how did i come to be here?? Long story.....

Lets see...I had a perfectly normal school life. I wasnt that great at studyin or anything but usually would pass the exams smoothly. Wasn't any great shakes at sports or any other extra-curricular activities but could be called a jack of all trades.After passing school i ended up here, in this hovel of a place. Anyone looking at our institution from the outside would be very impressed but like an insect infested fruit, the juicer it looks from the outside, the more rotten it is from the inside. I still remember my first day here. I walked in, my head held high coz i'd made it into one of the finest colleges but that misconception was quickly..umm...corrected by an over bossy senior who rather forcefully notified me of the "Norms" that i had to follow to "Survive" here. Life here was comparable to that of a rat. Any moment there'd be a faint hiss somewhere close, followed by the rush of speeding death and the life would be wiped from its body....Snap! Just like that.

Somehow I manged to "survive" my first quarter in dis hell house. But alas it became evident that you spent all that time to escape from the snakes was a total waste coz as they say..."We were playing wid the big boys now". 'Twas like the very forces initially responsible for saving you had decided to turn around and bite you. What do you do then?

Well i guess i still am figuring dat out....which brings me back to the shabby shop i now sat in, smokin away to glory. This is wat my life is all about now. No worries, no tension, just this cigarette and the smoke within dat guides me now....Dats me and dats my life!!